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Ben was the man I never forgot. Five years ago in Vegas, he left me with more than memories. I was pregnant. And I had no way to find him. Today, my family business is going under. Guess who shows up to buy it? Ben McCullough. Sleek and bossy. A blast from my dark past. He's not just investing in my bakery. He's bonding with my son. Wonder what happens when he discovers it's OUR son....

Ryder Black. He's my brother's best friend. My teenage crush. And one of the world's most famous stars. And now… he's my new boss? When my vintage shop goes out of business, I need to regroup and figure out what comes next. So I get a job dog-sitting for Ryder for the summer. Soon, we go from texting to temporary roommates. I try to play it cool. Except cool doesn't come naturally to me. And one night, too many martinis and a few poor choices combine. The result is a viral video of me accidentally revealing my crush for the world—and Ryder—to hear.

As any true sports fan will tell you, once you have an allegiance to a team it's set in stone. It's unwavering. It's finite. You never leave. Yet somehow, I've been asked to do just that. To set aside my love for The Yankees and take ownership of The New York Lions—the worst team in Major League Baseball. Oh, yes, and turn them into winners. An impossible job I don't want, from a gift I couldn't get a refund on.

I stopped by the abandoned warehouse to check out some suspicious activity that had been reported recently. I thought we had a homeless person or a very stupid thief, but nothing could have prepared me for her. Katya, AKA, the mafia princess of our sworn enemies.

Boston Hawks owner Scott Reland is my father’s biggest rival and the last man who should catch my eye. But when he does, I don’t look away. We’ve circled each other for years, two outliers in a small club of NHL owners. We know the rules, manage similar pressures, and understand that this lifestyle—hockey over everything—isn’t for everyone. Which is why I want out. To prove to my father that I have a future beyond the New York Sharks, I score one for me and open a bakery in Boston, the city that reveres Scott.

Life is extraordinarily dull for Wilhelmina Fairweather. With her days spent reading in the conservatory, she secretly longs for an adventure. Unfortunately, adventures do not come easily for someone like Willa. Afflicted with bouts of asthma since childhood, an exciting life far from home is a hope she dares not entertain. For as every Fairweather knows, hope has no place at Haven House. That is until the holiday season heralds the arrival of a new doctor to the area.

Star baseball player Bishop Henson was Bailey Landon's biggest crush—until every interaction with him leaves her believing that he's nothing but a playboy. Unfortunately, she keeps running into the infuriatingly handsome athlete at every turn. But she has bigger issues, including figuring out a way to save her family's farm. Right now, she doesn't need the complications that come with a relationship, and she's not about to risk her heart to the local baseball team's celebrity shortstop. At least that's what she thought.

Sydney Lawrence has played it safe her whole life. But after watching all her closest friends find their perfect love matches, she's decided that it's time for her to have a wild streak. She's done pining after her doctor boss. She's ready to let loose and have fun, until a girls' trip gone wrong ends with her staying in her boss's family's home. Dr. Miles Claiborne has built a wall between himself and his feelings for the nurse he hired six years ago. He refuses to cross that imaginary line. But the universe seems to be testing his resolve when she ends up at his family's home.

Finley Jacobson was obsessed with finding Mr. Right. After an adventurous youth, she's been in her small hometown for a solid decade. She's starting to wonder if it's where she belongs. There's definitely one thing she knows for sure . . . she loathes her best friend's older brother. And guess who's been back in town lately?

When I sold a vintage typewriter, I never imagined its new owner would become my pen pal, best friend, and secret crush. We have two rules: no photos and no real names. Over the years, "Remington" and I have gone from typewritten notes to daily texts, but our rules stay the same. And so does my life. I'm a wannabe writer who can't complete a novel, and I've fallen for a guy who I've never met. So when I received a letter my Nanna wrote before she died encouraging me to embark on a summer of risks—my first on the list was to break all the rules.